** Prompt = On // sometime in the 60s before they actually do it btw **

"We're going to be the first guys to put a man on the moon, right, Dad? Right?" Eight-year-old Alfrer says excitedly, tugging on his father Arthur's pant leg. Arthur sips his coffee, looking mildly amused. His partner -- Alfred's "papa" -- Francis makes breakfast.

"Er, yes. Of course, Al." Arthur mumbles, only half paying attention.

"Eat your eggs, mon cherie," Francis says warmly as he ruffles the little boy's hair.

"Do you think we'll do it, Papa?" Alfred's brother Matthew asks solemnly. Francis' expression sours.

"Oui, Matthieu," he says. "We'll beat those God-awful commies."

"Yeah! God-awful commies!"'Alfred repeats, giggling.

Arthur nearly spits out his coffee.